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They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.\n\n\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.\n\n\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:\n\n***9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:***\n- ***i. change the start time of The Installation.***\n- ***ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.***\n\nOnce again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.\n\nThe day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body.\n\nThere she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.\n\nThe sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?\n\nThe subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.\n\nAnother voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.\n\n\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.\n\n\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"\n\n\"To never, dummy!\"\n\nThe air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.\n\n\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.\n\nWith a final turn Mika entered a room in the *Coatings* wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.\n\n\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.\n\nWith panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"*This* is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled *'Flash Cure'.*\n\nSuddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She *needed* to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.\n\nFinal taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.\n\nWith a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really *do* make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.\n\n\"Oh my... 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They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.\n\n\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.\n\n\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:\n\n***9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:***\n- ***i. change the start time of The Installation.***\n- ***ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.***\n\nOnce again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.\n\nThe day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body.\n\nThere she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.\n\nThe sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?\n\nThe subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.\n\nAnother voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.\n\n\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.\n\n\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"\n\n\"To never, dummy!\"\n\nThe air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.\n\n\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.\n\nWith a final turn Mika entered a room in the *Coatings* wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.\n\n\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.\n\nWith panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"*This* is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled *'Flash Cure'.*\n\nSuddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She *needed* to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.\n\nFinal taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.\n\nWith a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really *do* make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.\n\n\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began..."
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  "description": "Mika read the contract, obviously. She wasn't an idiot. It's just... they lied!\n\nThe gig seemed pretty good and to-the-point when presented to her. This facility was holding a formal staff ball and wanted living 'art pieces' as they called them. The company wanted some people decked out in kink gear to be bound up on display for a night. Which, to Mika, did sound pretty fun. She happened to be free that weekend so she thought it might not be a bad experience. The offer was paid, too. At a decent hourly rate. Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.\n\nThe next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.\n\n\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.\n\n\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:\n\n***9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:***\n- ***i. change the start time of The Installation.***\n- ***ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.***\n\nOnce again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.\n\nThe day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body.\n\nThere she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.\n\nThe sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?\n\nThe subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.\n\nAnother voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.\n\n\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.\n\n\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"\n\n\"To never, dummy!\"\n\nThe air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.\n\n\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.\n\nWith a final turn Mika entered a room in the *Coatings* wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.\n\n\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.\n\nWith panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"*This* is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled *'Flash Cure'.*\n\nSuddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She *needed* to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.\n\nFinal taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.\n\nWith a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really *do* make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.\n\n\"Oh my... 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  "description": "Mika read the contract, obviously. She wasn't an idiot. It's just... they lied!\n\nThe gig seemed pretty good and to-the-point when presented to her. This facility was holding a formal staff ball and wanted living 'art pieces' as they called them. The company wanted some people decked out in kink gear to be bound up on display for a night. Which, to Mika, did sound pretty fun. She happened to be free that weekend so she thought it might not be a bad experience. The offer was paid, too. At a decent hourly rate. Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.\n\nThe next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.\n\n\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.\n\n\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:\n\n***9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:***\n- ***i. change the start time of The Installation.***\n- ***ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.***\n\nOnce again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.\n\nThe day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body.\n\nThere she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.\n\nThe sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?\n\nThe subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.\n\nAnother voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.\n\n\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.\n\n\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"\n\n\"To never, dummy!\"\n\nThe air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.\n\n\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.\n\nWith a final turn Mika entered a room in the *Coatings* wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.\n\n\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.\n\nWith panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"*This* is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled *'Flash Cure'.*\n\nSuddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She *needed* to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.\n\nFinal taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.\n\nWith a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really *do* make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.\n\n\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began..."
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      "description": "<div><p>If anyone says some \"erm achshooally they'd be dead <em>adjust glasses</em>\" type shit I will make fun of you in the comments. <br><br>STORY PROVIDED BY MIKA!<br><br><br>-----------------------------------------<br>Mika read the contract, obviously. She wasn't an idiot. It's just... they lied!</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The gig seemed pretty good and to-the-point when presented to her. This facility was holding a formal staff ball and wanted living 'art pieces' as they called them. The company wanted some people decked out in kink gear to be bound up on display for a night. Which, to Mika, did sound pretty fun. She happened to be free that weekend so she thought it might not be a bad experience. The offer was paid, too. At a decent hourly rate. Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><strong><em>9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>i. change the start time of The Installation.</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.</em></strong></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Once again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body. </p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>There she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Another voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"To never, dummy!\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final turn Mika entered a room in the <em>Coatings</em> wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"<em>This</em> is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled <em>'Flash Cure'.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Suddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She <em>needed</em> to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Final taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really <em>do</em> make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.</p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p></p><div>\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began...<br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>For Mika!</div><br><br><p><a href=\"http://www.postybirb.com/\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">Posted using PostyBirb</a></p>\n",
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      "description": "<div><p>If anyone says some \"erm achshooally they'd be dead <em>adjust glasses</em>\" type shit I will make fun of you in the comments. <br><br>STORY PROVIDED BY MIKA!<br><br><br>-----------------------------------------<br>Mika read the contract, obviously. She wasn't an idiot. It's just... they lied!</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The gig seemed pretty good and to-the-point when presented to her. This facility was holding a formal staff ball and wanted living 'art pieces' as they called them. The company wanted some people decked out in kink gear to be bound up on display for a night. Which, to Mika, did sound pretty fun. She happened to be free that weekend so she thought it might not be a bad experience. The offer was paid, too. At a decent hourly rate. Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><strong><em>9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>i. change the start time of The Installation.</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.</em></strong></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Once again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body. </p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>There she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Another voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"To never, dummy!\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final turn Mika entered a room in the <em>Coatings</em> wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"<em>This</em> is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled <em>'Flash Cure'.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Suddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She <em>needed</em> to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Final taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really <em>do</em> make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.</p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p></p><div>\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began...<br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>For Mika!</div><br><br><p><a href=\"http://www.postybirb.com/\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">Posted using PostyBirb</a></p>\n"
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Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><strong><em>9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>i. change the start time of The Installation.</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.</em></strong></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Once again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body. </p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>There she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Another voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"To never, dummy!\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final turn Mika entered a room in the <em>Coatings</em> wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"<em>This</em> is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled <em>'Flash Cure'.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Suddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She <em>needed</em> to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Final taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really <em>do</em> make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.</p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p></p><div>\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began...<br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>For Mika!</div><br><br><p><a href=\"http://www.postybirb.com/\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">Posted using PostyBirb</a></p>\n",
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  "description": "<div><p>If anyone says some \"erm achshooally they'd be dead <em>adjust glasses</em>\" type shit I will make fun of you in the comments. <br><br>STORY PROVIDED BY MIKA!<br><br><br>-----------------------------------------<br>Mika read the contract, obviously. She wasn't an idiot. It's just... they lied!</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The gig seemed pretty good and to-the-point when presented to her. This facility was holding a formal staff ball and wanted living 'art pieces' as they called them. The company wanted some people decked out in kink gear to be bound up on display for a night. Which, to Mika, did sound pretty fun. She happened to be free that weekend so she thought it might not be a bad experience. The offer was paid, too. At a decent hourly rate. Overall everything they were asking was within reason, and the pay was very convincing, along with all the sexual fantasies she could fulfil at once.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The next step was an initial meetup to discuss the event, the bondage, and the contract. It happened at a rather upscale cafe and was paid for by the company. Sent along with the contract in hand was Ash, as they introduced themself, a recruiter for QT Correctional Facility. They were rather official, dressed black suit and white undershirt. The golden pen clip in their chest pocket really tied the official look together. Mika is handed the document to read through and orders an iced chocolate to sip in the meantime. On the first pass everything seemed in order. Guaranteed safety and excellent aftercare. Most of the suggested poses and gear were designed with comfortability in mind, which was a must when Mika noticed something.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"There's... no safeword clause?\" She inquired. And yeah, there wasn't. But that's what the contract is for, they explained. They didn't want the chance that someone may leave during the event and cause rumours. After all, QT Correctional has a reputation to uphold. Ash explained that signing means you agree to be \"kept\" in one spot for the duration of the event. However, we the participants are well fed and hydrated before the event starts with their own provided snacks, and will receive appropriate aftercare when the event is finished. To Mika, it was a fair trade.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"And what about this?\" Asked Mika, pointing to a line on the paper:</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p><strong><em>9.7 - The Company holds the right to, with at least 1 hour notice:</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>i. change the start time of The Installation.</em></strong><br> - <strong><em>ii. change the duration and effective end date of The Installation.</em></strong></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Once again Ash was very receptive and reassuring to Mika. This clause is only in the contract because the guests attending may reschedule or be running late, of course. These high-profile individuals must be catered to, so naturally the dates need to be flexible. The contract was sound, and any doubts Mika had were proven false. The experience seemed very appealing to the feline. Truly she believed she was in good hands.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The day of, Mika is walked through the QT Correctional Facility halls, taking a small biscuit from the snack bar on her way past, turning through halls of numbered doors and even a few patients, individuals bound in full-body latex strapped to trolleys being wheeled to their rooms. The walls and floor were of the same white vinyl, bright pure white lights lined every few metres of the tunnels as they turned left and right. Eventually Mika was ushered into a room, slightly different from the patients' cells, and further away, too. Two nurses awaited her, leaning against a central white table, and organising some of the cuffs and collars she was to be bound in. The nurse leaning on the table introduced themself, shaking Mika's hand gently and showing her into the room. Lying on the table in order were various small instruments, electrode pads, a rubber sleep sack, and a thick rubber muzzle. She walked over slowly, and took a corner of the sleep sack in her hand, it was smooth, and shined very well. The second nurse walked over with a rubber mouth gag in her hands, placing it on the table. Imagining herself in all of the gear laid out sent a small shiver up her body. </p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>There she sat upon the table as one nurse massaged a generous volume of lube into her fur, slicking it down and ensuring it slipped into the latex with no friction. The other carried the sleep sack over. Electrodes were attached in various places around Mika's body. Some were to measure vitals, and others were... electrostimulation, per her request, to make the night a little more interesting. No one would notice, right? She was directed to stand in front of the looming, open sack. The inside had been coated with another generous amount of lube, she assumed. It had a very strong industrial scent to it. Mika could have sworn she'd smelt it before, it was so distinct. She couldn't place the thought. \"It doesn't smell like any lube I've used before. But I can't place the smell...\" She inquired. Before she made the move, the other nurse ordered her to wait. Turning around, she was touching lips with a rubber gag. It was black, and simple, almost phallic-shaped and just big enough to be noticeable. A glob of the same lube dripped from the tip, plopping on the floor at her feet. It was seated gently in her maw, the lube pooling around her tongue. The base conformed to her snout nicely. It and the other gear was all formed to her sizes to ensure the best fit and comfortability. The nurse held Mika's snout as she inserted what looked like an oil dripper into her mouth past the base, pumping the handle and squeezing a few more millilitres of lube in. Finally, she gave the go-ahead.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The sleep sack was so perfectly tight. A tap on her forearm signalled her to put both of them behind her back. She felt another rustle as her ears were wiped down and ear plugs were placed in her ears. They were switched on, and the buds expanded to fill her ear and seal it from the outside air. The world went dead silent. The nurse in front of her held up a finger, ordering her to wait a moment. Her head was finally pressed into the hooded section, face smushing against the sticky interior. The silence was joined by darkness as her head was engulfed. The hood had no eye holes, and from here on out she was to trust her handlers. The thick rubber muzzle was placed over her snout, and sealed the same as the sleep sack via heat fusion. She held still as one nurse heat-sealed the sack from her legs upwards. Her member stuck out the front of the sack from an opening, showing off her balls and her growing arousal. The other massaged her neck and ears to ensure they were sitting right. The tingling of warmth reached her lower shoulders as the other nurse continued sealing the rubber together. She felt it tighten more, as if the sealing was shrinking it a size down. She dared not wiggle yet in case the tingle turned into a burn on her skin. As it finally reached the top, she was delightfully flushed, unable to move other than some short wriggling. Even bending her knees felt stiff. The tightness hugged her all over, and it only embraced harder as she stand there taking it in. Suddenly, she heard a click in her ears, and the white noise of a microphone. \"It's mostly to stop the glue from getting in your ears. But you can listen to music too.\" The nurse joked through the ear plugs. Mika let out a stifled chuckle... wait, 'glue'?</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The subsequent topple from her panicked writhing was caught by the nurses' hands. \"Sorry... I didn't mean to give it away.\" One of them spoke into her ears. \"But yeah, it's glue.\" Mika writhed and struggled to get free. But the sleep sack was only growing tighter by the second. She was forcibly shoved against a trolley, and five straps were secured from her legs to her head. She was wheeled moaning and wriggling out of the room.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Another voice began speaking, \"That was very easy, Mika.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Yeah! Most people squirm and struggle. But you were so well-behaved!\" The other chimed in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Uh huh, we didn't even have to sedate you.\" The first's tone turned more serious, \"We ought to convince people willingly more often.\" A sickening sinking feeling crept into Mika's stomach.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"We're heading to the final room, for the last step in your installation. It should take about an hour, so let me notify you formally now. Your effective end date is changing.\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"To never, dummy!\"</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>The air felt thin when she could only breathe through her nose. She writhed in her binds and moaned through her gag. \"That 'lube' feeling any tighter yet? It's that extra-strength industrial stuff.\" She felt an anvil drop in her insides. The glue was well into drying and hardening by now. She tried to scream through the layers covering her and a hand promptly covered her nostrils.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Easy now, kitty.\" The nurses voice was stern, and held close to the microphone. She steadied, but the hand didn't release until she was shaking, pleading for oxygen. She continued to whine, but she got no reaction from her captors as she wheeled on.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final turn Mika entered a room in the <em>Coatings</em> wing. Standing upright in the back centre of the room was a tall casing; a mould fit to her size and then some on each side. A large vat was mounted from the ceiling, pipes and hoses ran from it through screens and controls. A small label dubbed it resin. She was unstrapped from the trolley. Immediately she kicked and squirmed to no avail, she was grabbed and held still. Two metal claws about the size of her arm were placed around her chest and abdomen. The outside an industrial yellow, and the insides lined with soft rubber padding. They clasped shut and cables were hooked to railings on the ceiling. One nurse wound a handle behind the door, ridding the cables of slack then pulling the captor into the air. The other nurse grabbed Mika's legs and pushed her along the railing, positioning her directly above the custom mould. Her feet stopped some inches above the surface of the base. As she was lowered down, the nurse detached the front panel of plexiglass, allowing access to the interior base where ports awaited the wires dangling from Mika's sleep sack to be plugged in.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>\"Alright kitty,\" the voice spoke from within her ear, \"first of all, there wasn't any other participants. We didn't send any other invitations out except for yours. Management said your build was 'perfect to be put on display' or whatever. QT had been watching you for a good few weeks. Management said they wanted a feline, specifically.\" Mika tried and tried and failed to worm herself out of the grip of the clasps. \"There is no ball. But there is still an art installation. A more... permanent position. Don't fret about being unseen, you'll be in the first hall out of reception! When people look down the hall from our front desk there'll be you, solidified in a block of resin and floating in a suspended state of... probably panic.\" A yowl in protest escaped her. She begged in hums and moans onto uncaring ears. The nurse fitting the wires replaced the plexiglass panel to the front of the mould, sealing the edges, and finally flicking a power switch on the back. There was a cut in the cat's audio feed as the toys switched to A/C power. Pieces came to life, lights on the back of the base indicated successful device pairings. vitals, stimulation, and communication.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With panicked breaths she smelled the chemical sting of resin—the first pour had begun. The hose was lowered to the base below her feet, and moved in a semicircle motion to ensure an even flow. Dread filled her as the resin rose. When it reached her feet she felt the pressure and lukewarmth creep slowly upwards. She struggled and shook in fear. \"Good~ Get the air bubbles out so we don't have to.\" The pour stopped just shy of her exposed member, now weighing down her lower half. With her hands behind her, they too where held further down by the resin. Even still unset she could barely wade through it. She had the time to try as the nurses let the first pour begin to harden. The resin became more viscous, until it was able to hold Mika steady with no give. The clasps released and were wheeled away. \"<em>This</em> is my favourite part.\" One nurse uttered. A new apparatus lowered with a piston's hiss into the mould, stopping just shy of Mika's twitching member. The nozzle was long, and thinner. Two tubes ran up into the machine above. One ran into the resin vat, the other into a smaller container labelled <em>'Flash Cure'.</em></p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Suddenly, Mika felt a tingle over her balls, and up her abdomen—the electrodes. They amped and pulsated. She couldn't help but fluster at the feeling. So too did her member respond by rising and stiffening. With a controller in-hand, the nurse aimed the pre-lubed metal tube above her urethra. With a jolt of surprise from Mika, it made its way in. She shuddered and cried out, pleading to no one. The tube persisted, forcing itself down and into the depths of Mika's urinary tract. She pulled, she yanked her upper half, to no avail. The stimulation ramped up, forcing more hardness out of her and eliciting a moan. The nurse in control pressed a button. Mika yelped as resin poured hard and fast out of the nozzle in her dick. It flooded and crept through her, forcing itself into her bladder and filling it up. It got full, and then fuller. It expanded to the point there was a faint bump on her tummy. She mewled and tried to writhe the nozzle out of her. She felt like she was going to burst. She <em>needed</em> to pee, and she tried hard to force the intrusion out but here muscles were no match for machinery. With nowhere left to flow, resin continued from the nozzle and forced open the other tract, making its way into her balls, and seminal glands. Along with the immense pressure in her bladder, she felt it build there too. Under the hood her eyes were wide and frantic. The nozzle began to slowly retract while still flowing. The resin forced open her tubes, bringing the pressure all the way to the tip of her member. In seconds it cured, now keeping her permanently hard, horny, and unable to relieve herself. She cried, begged wordless bargains, and tried even to hump the air. The main pour resumed from the other hose. It submerged her hard cock, the resin sticking out the stop becoming invisible as the two mixtures touched. And it continued rising, weighing down her upper body struggles. As it reached her neck she cried her last cry before she was submerged entirely.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Final taps were made as the last air bubbles were escaped. Stood in front of the two nurses, the facility's newest decorative furniture. Completely clear, suspended. Still. The sealed form of a feline coated entirely in black, shining under the white light. A new form of art. \"Really makes you think, huh...\" One nurse contemplated, \"Welp, I'm going on lunch while we wait for it to dry. Join?\" With a click her earbuds disconnected. Dead silence once again. Mika used every ounce of muscle in her body but did not move. There she hovered, deprived of her senses, aching in need for release and relief. Cries unheard and entirely unmade with nowhere for the sound to escape.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>With a final slide into place, Mika's world fell still once more. Until the click of a microphone pierced her senseless world. \"I gotta say, you really <em>do</em> make an amazing decoration.\" A voice unknown to her spoke. Stern, as if in charge. Mika's response goes nowhere. The new installation doesn't move. \"This is it, your new life!\" Total defeat coursed over her. \"But don't worry, you won't be in total sensory deprivation. Every staff member in the facility has the ability to talk to you on a whim. Courtesy of a little update we rolled out to their handhelds.\" The voice assured, \"For now until the end of time, you will serve as nothing but a display. People will talk about you, and you will hear them. Then staff members will tune into you, and coo you with words and teases. You will hear nothing but adoration and admiration for your new form. This is my final gift to your new life: mic on, and every voice in the building showering you with love.\" Unseen to the captive, the owner of the voice places a gentle hand on the resin block, admiring the suspended form, before turning on her heals and strutting back away with a clacking echoing off the walls.</p></div><div><br></div>\n\n<p></p><div>\"Oh my... What a pretty decoration~\" One voice began...<br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>For Mika!</div><br><br><p><a href=\"http://www.postybirb.com/\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">Posted using PostyBirb</a></p>\n"
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